The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(58)

Sweet baby Jesus.

His toned, tanned cheeks were...they were...yeah.

Sweet baby Jesus.

All too soon, he closed the bathroom door, disappearing inside and shrouding me back into the darkness of the hotel room. The shower kicked on and my imagination ran wild, thinking of all the places he had to be touching his wet, naked body right now, running my soap over warm, sculpted skin and slicking a sudsy trail down his taut stomach to between his legs, where he was probably cupping his testicles and palming them clean.

Damn. A shower had never seemed so freaking dirty before.

I wanted to be under that steamy spray with him so bad.

My body ached and my nipples burned with the need to be touched. Closing my eyes, I breathed through my mask’s nose holes, each shallow breath highlighting my arousal as my hand wandered down inside the waistband of my flannel pants and into my panties.

God, how I loved sexy silk panties. They were perfect for self-pleasure, for sliding them against your clit to create friction for a maximum experience.

But tonight, it didn’t matter what I was wearing down there. I could’ve gotten off to the mere sound of Asher Hart singing George Ezra’s “Budapest” in the shower.

I was inches from fondling myself, my hips already straining to lift off the bed, when the water shut off in the bathroom.

Damn it.

Why couldn’t he have dawdled a little longer?

I yanked my hand free of my clothes and squeezed my legs together just as the bathroom door opened. Automatically, my eyes flew open.

Asher stepped out, dripping wet, with a towel slung around his waist. I gaped at the beauty that was his bare chest as he skidded to a surprised halt.

“Shit,” he said, wincing. “Sorry, Rem. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay,” I slurred, trying to act half awake, when honestly I was freaking wide awake. With a yawn, I stretched and rolled to face away from him.

But that actually solved nothing. He strolled to his side of the room, which I was now turned toward.

And then he dropped his towel.

On purpose.

“You been asleep long?” he asked in a conversational manner as if nothing earth-shattering at all was happening. Glancing my way as he dug a pair of his own flannel pants from his duffle bag, he lifted his eyebrows curiously.

“Uh...” My eyes refused to blink as I watched him tug the pants up his legs without putting on any underwear first.

Oh, Christ. Did he always crawl into bed commando? This was not something I should know. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to know how well hung he was either. But, wow, was he ever. How could such a slim guy be so thick where it mattered most?

Licking my lips, I had to turn away and roll onto my other side as he pulled back his sheets and crawled into his bed.

“Not long,” I finally answered once I was facing away from him.

Not long? Whatever! That was probably one of the longest dicks I’d ever seen. And the girth. Hot damn, it’d take more than one hand for me to wrap my fingers all the way around it.

“Oh, good. Hey, you mind if I turn on my light until I settle down for the night?”

“Knock yourself out,” I grumbled. I certainly wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep any time soon. Too many well-hung dicks floated around the insides of my eyelids every time I tried to close them.

“Thanks.”

I heard shuffling and the sound of paper crinkling, but I refused to look. Not until a certain scent caught my nose, anyway.

“Ugh. What is that gawd-awful smell?” I demanded, rolling back to face him again.

Sitting upright in his bed and bare-chested with his back propped by both of his pillows and his legs stretched out on top of the sheets, he poured a handful of treats into his palm, then popped them into his mouth.

“Corn nuts,” he announced, holding them up for me to see. “Ranch flavored. I saw them in the vending machine in the hall and couldn’t resist. This shit and orange-flavored Tic Tacs are my vice.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Well, I hope to God you bought some of the Tic Tacs too. I bet your breath reeks to high heaven.”

Completely unoffended, Asher laughed. “Whatever, *. I was going to ask if you wanted some.”

I immediately held out my hand over the space between our beds. “Hell, yes, I want some. If I’m going to be forced to smell them all night, I may as well eat ’em, too.”

With another chuckle, Asher leaned out to pour a healthy amount into my hand. “You really are funny as shit, Sticks.”

“Yeah, I’m a regular comedian. Don’t be stingy now.”

He wasn’t, which surprised me. He was probably too generous, actually, with something he admitted was his favorite snack, because the mound in my palm grew so tall a couple kernels tumbled off the side and fell onto the carpet.

“Oh, shit.” I let out a cry of dismay. “Corn nut down.”

“Five second rule,” Asher called and dove off the side of his bed.

“Hey, those are my nuts.” Indignant, I jumped off my mattress after him. Shoulder checking him out of my way, I snatched up the three nuts on the floor and shoved them into my mouth.

Then while I was still chewing, I yelled, “Ha!” right in his face, probably fumigating him with my ranch-flavored breath.

Not my most attractive moment, but he thought I was a guy, so...who cared? I’d beaten him to the corn nuts. Boo-yah!